Dear readers, Here is the next installment of The Book of Carnal. Let me know your thoughts, and enjoy. All rights reserved. Don't forget to vote! Ch 5a Jason was dreaming again. He stood at the top of his apartment complex. It was not very high, but still. He was looking around, trying to enjoy the view, but every passing second solidified his desi...
In this Chapter, the story of the young couple's exploits continue, as they share their love and passion with a whole new group of 'friends'. * Chapter Two, More Friends and Lovers. When Audrey and Kaci pulled up in front of the beach house, they saw Jake and Staci relaxing in the spa. They each grabbed a bag of groceries, and as they reached the top of t...
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"I am afraid I do not quite follow. I know that navigators are queerly helpful aboard ships - they cannot seem to sail without them. Further, I know that the navigator families own quite a deal of wealth. Navis Nobiline, the saying goes, never a day without a golden throne for the pocket and for the loo. But, well, I don't see the connection between them and...
The clouds over the lake were low and slate gray and threatening. There would be something cold and wet falling from the sky before the night was over, and Lia reminded herself to keep a careful eye on Peter Bessinger and be sure to leave when he did. She didn't want to be out in the sleet on Michigan Avenue at one in the morning looking for a cab, not in th...
Sven stared at Kirsten. Standing just a few feet away with hands on her hips, that seemed even more luscious as they widened with her advancing pregnancy. He felt the sweat running down his forehead and threatening to blur his vision. It ran down his neck and onto his back too, collecting and staining the t-shirt he wore. He gritted his teeth and tried wit...
Shouts and splashes echoed through the late May afternoon, bouncing from the neighbors' backyard pool to Diana's second story bedroom. She stretched out on her unmade bed, trying to lose herself in Hamlet and ignore the party going on next door. Senior year finals were coming up, with graduation two weeks away, and even though she was accepted and set to go...
My name is Jeffery Jackson, a school teacher as is my wife, Janice Jackson - nice alliteration, but unintentional. We live in a small town about twenty miles from Buffalo, New York where I teach history and Jan is in elementary education. We are both in our early 40's and find ourselves alone for the first time in almost twenty years since both of our childr...
There is this thing about being normal. It is often described as the preferable way to spend our lives, telling us how to behave socially, how to prevent embarrassment, how to be accepted by the people around us. But do we really know how it's properly done? Are there rules, say, things written down? Oh sure, there is the law, of course, and there are...
They were the eyes of a natural born killer. In a few short months he had honed his craft to a razor's fine edge and five men were now dead, a testament to his skill. How many more would fall? The steed, itself, flanks streaked with its own black, life's blood, had been pushed to the very limit of its endurance, the absolute breaking point of its existence ....